Hippity hop Easter Platte MTB Ride

Is this trail the 1. Difficult, 2. Real difficult, or 3. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR @#*MIND trail, I don't know but you do get to pick your level of punishment, err.. enjoyment. I experienced and gained a potpourri of challenges with each directional decision, giving that edge to a novice to decide for herself what's easy, and what's not("not": bajeeber loads of the fastest descents I ever umm, slid on down but ooh so hot!). There's no settling in: give it 110% for 15 seconds up an incline, change it up NOW for a technical turn, slam on through with 120% surge on loose soil if you dare. Meanwhile, Mother Nature is busy decorating her forest floor with cute little plants, moss and such in sweet soil and I get to roll on through it, climb and descend staircase upon staircase of roots, giving great texture to forgiving tires. But alas, there is no "settling in", no recovery (okay, thank you for the open fields and oh, for the Sunshine on My Shoulders). I'm never alone with an angel on my right shoulder and the devil on my left, we contemplate yet another fast descent, another uphill switchback. Before I know it, times up. That's it, rats! But it was time to be done; the bone hanging from the tree I just passed let me know that, you know, things really aren't THAT bad 'round here. The trail spits me bumpily out and I fully absorb each vibrating pulse sent from thy fork, to wrist, to elbow, through shoulders, and up and out the head: the trails free massage offering after a memorable trail ride.